No matter how much you want to…
Instead, I got up with the roosters, went out to the lobby, and discovered the store across the street is 24 hours and has coffee.  This is worthy of mention because I got the last cup, but I’m sure they’ll make more.
Coffee in Central America is NOT the screaming addiction it is in North America, although from what I can see, it is starting to gain traction.  To illustrate, in Panama city, ever since I first came in 2005, the restaurant in the hotel I first stayed at made their coffee one cup at a time in an espresso machine.  Granted, it was good coffee, but asking for another cup wasn’t just waiting for the waitress to pour you another.  There’s no such thing as a Bunn coffee maker down here.
Occasionally, and I mean just that, I would find a place that had a big coffee urn on the go, and when I did I would hover around it until I got my fill.  But that’s me, el touristo cansado.

Now, I notice more of them, here and there, and see that the cups being served are getting a little larger, and while certainly not everywhere, some places have large “to go” cups at the ready.
There may be opportunity for a Timmys of sorts here.  Not in the Canadian style (and who needs the franchise fee) but a drive through coffee stop would probably do extremely well once word got out, bringing me back to my original point that, at 4:30 in the morning, when I returned for my second cup, I had to help the guy tilt the thing to get a cup, which is evidence the morning cuppa on the way to work is catching on.

Call it something like Quero Cafe?

That’s what you get when you wake up with the hens…

PS,  It’s now 7:17 AM and there is a marching band warming up across the street… I’m not kidding.  Drums, trumpets, might as well be tubas…  Next week is a holiday celebrating Independence from Columbia, El Dia del Muerte (hallowe’en), and others…  going to go see what the look on Cass’ face is… he heh